Quote by Marcel Proust
A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love.
Love was in her heart, like seeds in the earth, awaiting the action of the sun.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Love is a symbol of eternity, it wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.